3/30/09

There is something nostalgic about getting up really early when it is still dark out and no one is on the streets. It's the same feeling I get when I get out of a chlorine pool and I almost want to cry. There must be something about this darkness and those chemicals that is intrinsically linked to my childhood, to when my mother used to hold me in her arms and I knew everything would be okay.

"The family pictures picture the family, often as happy (the bodies that gather smile, as if the smile were the point of the gathering). At the same time, the pictures put aside what does not follow this line, those feelings that do not cohere as a smile."-- Sarah Ahmed, "Becoming Straight"

3/26/09

I don’t know howShakespeare would define evilOr really careAbout anything besidesThe tired voice of my motherGoing on and on about American IdolOn the other end of this receiverOr the cancerSeeping into my brainBecause my mother is going on and onAbout American Idol on the other end of this receiver.